It's inconceivable to believe that Mark and Brenda's home is gone. All that is standing of the home is their fireplace. I have many happy memories in their home. Annually sitting on the fireplace during many a middle school volunteer Christmas party. Usually it was blocked by the many white elephant gifts we were to exchange. I remember the time Suzanne mistook a fuzzy steering wheel cover for a headband. The year Ian brought the box of plastic doll hands. We always, always made sure we hid at least one of the gifts in their house for them to find later. It was a wonderful tradition. I cannot remember laughing harder than in their home.Though confusing at first the way to their home eventually became very natural. I remember the "one" time we tried to take the church shuttle there and got lost. I remember Kimber and Kelsey strategically placed on the street with lanterns and flashlights to guide our way.
The most important thing I remember about their home is their hospitality, warmth and evident love for God. They always made you feel at home and very important.
The fire has destroyed their home. All the nooks and crannies where we hid the white elephant gifts are gone. The fire cannot take away the memories - of which there are many.
2 comments:
Karen, it is so funny how you too remember the Christmas parties. Not only do I remember the laughter that we all shared during the white elephant gift exchange, but for some odd reason I also remember Brenda showing me how her cool new stove worked. The next time I spoke with my mom, I remember telling her how my friend Brenda had this really neat stove in her home. Funny how the little things stick with you, ya know?
I have two friends who went home today after being evacuated on Monday. They were so happy to learn their houses were still standing. Both of them said they're THRILLED to being doing housework (apparently, there's soot everywhere). Puts a whole new slant on things. :)
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